Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Nigeria and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing La Düsseldorf to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by KRS-One. All the underground hits.
All Infiniti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Organ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unrelated Segments,
Bobby Byrd,
The Five Americans,
Hardrive,
The Beau Brummels,
Second Layer,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Liliput,
Technova,
Accadde A,
Excepter,
Masters at Work,
Subhumans,
Nils Olav,
Ultra Naté,
the Association,
Juan Atkins,
Eden Ahbez,
Audionom,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Fela Kuti,
The Smoke,
T.S.O.L.,
the Sonics,
Black Moon,
Andrew Hill,
Suicide,
Talk Talk,
CMW,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Franke,
Wire,
Soul II Soul,
Ultravox,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Maurizio,
Pere Ubu,
Groovy Waters,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Funky Four + One,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bill Near,
Zapp,
Lalo Schifrin,
Jerry's Kids,
Parry Music,
Mandrill,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Arab on Radar,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Wally Richardson,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Happenings,
The Slackers,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Scratch Acid,
The Cure,
Schoolly D,
a-ha,
The Zeros,
The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.